The nice thing about poker is that everybody sucks. Like, Phil Jackson wrote in the book with the white cover that, well, his words were to the effect of that the game was so hard that if you were doing the correct thing more than half of the time you were doing well. He also spoke of trying to not match the intensity of the opponent but to well, sort of run OODA loops like the fighter jets do or limit unforced errors/control the tempo/don't rush me sort of shit. Meaning fast but unhurried. Aggressive, but under control. Know where your dudes are and what they're doing and make snap decisions. Like, the bulls teams, they didn't really talk on defense. Like, if you're talking and thinking, that shit, that conscious shit, it just fucks up your shit. Tom cruise as Mav said, "You think and you're dead." Well, it's true. Thinking in counter strike sucks. Thinking in basketball sucks. Thinking in poker sucks. Sure, you do it when you have time and everyone good thinks on both their own and their opponent's time, like Jordan going into his rolodex of moves and going, yeah, this while probably his whole team just knows he's gonna do that shit and maybe his opponent as well, and, well Jordan had a way of doing it so well that it would just work anyways. Plus, if you take too long with a bluff the value of it goes down. Speed is good.
Sort of how it is in poker. Like, you can know a nigga is bluffing not the absolute bottom of his range but def his not calls and some could calls and also value betting the appropriate ...
Yeah. Huge unmapped strategy space esp. with regards to bet sizing. Huge variability in players ...
Writing is idiotic why do I even do this shit it's just known.
The reason why when you see these winrates posts with like 2 guys known to be over 3bb/100 with everyone else clustered between 0 and 1 is because those 2 guys are, well, for the sake of this 30 bets better every 1k hands. That's nothing. If you can't find a way to manufacture the coups necessary to do that, to be merely 30 bets better over 1k hands then, well, I would say that you lack fucking imagination and fighting spirit cuz my problem, probably forever, is that I'm always looking to jack a pot off a mook and it's not about finding good spots to bluff in theory but more saying, no, no no nononononononononoonnnono over and over and then saying yes not every time that it's there, but when it's just yes.
But the way that you get there is to say yes way the fuck too often to the point where it's drilled into your skull and then, well, maybe here and you make a probably not bluff and get feedback and the general premise of information gathering play vis a vis practice is to just take chances and see what happens. Back when people would just quietly muck their hands you would need to guess what they'd called with but in online poker you just open the IHH and it's right there and with enough information gathering, of playing across the line, it's the only way to play not on the line but dancing all over it and constantly being on the verge of pushing too hard, of playing too open, of attacking too frequently.
Like, this cat, he r/c'd in position with 54s. Board came down acceptably for him for this hand, he had bot ups. I fired off 3x giving nothing away with timings. He called off comfortably. I didn't get it until I noted that I was listening to Pusha T while 3betting 1/5th of hands or close and that I was also too fucking cool, that I hadn't demonstrated to his mind enough recognition, enough respect for his flop call while on turn. Either that or he was just a big fucking fish. Probably both. Anyhoo.
I'm rebuilding this part of my game and I'm getting better with every hand with every piece of feedback I recieve and if there's anything that I know how to do it's how to beat a "good" player. The only problem is that, like, a good 1/2 NLHE player today is like, better than a 10/20 player used to be and so I need to like, get back to not the player that I was back when I was playing 5/10 (blinds) but heavily exceed that while carrying a diagnosis and managing something that's alot bigger than poker skill as I carry worlds of novels within me which don't sleep along with quieter darker deeper urges that threaten to unravel me.
It's alot to do and I find that I have not nearly enough hours and with my bodyclock being just wherever it is on any given days it leads to times like this when I'm spent as a player but I have somewhere that I need to be tomorrow and if I slept I'd probably sleep through the alarm and so here I am at Oh Dark Thirty -- Not zero you fucking ape Oh -- writing this shit that I'm satisfied people read given the feedback I've received but at what point do I just become that guy who writes shit that more closely resembles a crazy man screaming out his latent fury at the world in fantastically long sentences. That's a good thing for me to ask myself as I write yet another non-declarative sentence. Waste of space.
Maybe I'm just a fucking waste of space and I'll never get this together and I'll end up like homey only I won't be lying about having written 21 books because maybe I'll become just another rakeback pro clearing like 25-60 rax because maybe the shit is just that mapped out between these guys but, still, probably not and the only reason why cats aren't clearing 10bb/100 anymore is straight suckage, that they lack that thing that would make them cash out and go and do something else with their time, maybe DFS, maybe getting a house selling certificate or move cars or bet horses or run pyramid schemes or get a fucking job or whatever the fuck.
Iunno. Hopefully I can get up there and just fucking feel them and see what's there. I probably won't feel much but neither will they and if I do it right they'll feel just nothing from me as I laugh to the bank with this.
Ha ha haha. Laughin to the bank with this.
HA ha ahhahaa yeah.
it's a 50 ref you fucking
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